| ©Unknown He didn't like the casserole
And he didn't like my cake,
He said my biscuits were too hard
Not like his mother used to make.
I didn't perk the coffee right
He didn't like the stew,
I didn't mend his socks
The way his mother used to do.
I pondered for an answer
I was looking for a clue.
Then I turned around and
smacked the shit out of him....
Like his mother used to do.
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I love a good poem, don't you?!?! |
11 comments:
I know a couple of women who need to read this poem!
Good on you girl!
I read this somewhere...a long time ago. Still very funny.
Haha! Makes me appreciate having a husband who likes my cooking. :-)
Damn. I wish I had thought of that. I like this poem.
I love it! Had a good laugh.
LOL. Great. I am cutting and pasting and sending this to my sisters.
LOL! Rich and I were just at that point where we were getting on each other's nerves in Florida and then we came here and after 24 hours, when I dropped him at the airport and we are facing 4-6 weeks apart, well, we were both in tears. So there you go.
That little poem has to be so true but sadly the men fail to remember how mother stood up for herself.
I love this little poem. I got it in an e-mail the other day....glad you posted it.
LOL. that's a timeless one. haven't seen that before.
in a way it condones violence and spousal abuse. on the other hand, it's funny.
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